[lifeinpoetry]

If I could do girlhood again, I’d ask

to be scarier. Less whimpering—more pyromaniac

urges, more flirting with kerosene.

— Sally Wen Mao, from “Drop-kick Aria,” Mad Honey Symposium

[soracities]

Adonis, ‘Body’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

[Text ID: “and in my arteries a streak of madness”]

[nodovess]

[derangedrhythms]

…the mortuary of my heart,

Anne Sexton, 45 Mercy Street; from 'The Break Away'

[intopermanence]

“What a relief: I am never where others think they can find me and seize me.”

— Laure, trans. by Jeanine Herman, from The Collected Writings: “Correspondence”

[virginiewoolf]

Emily Berry, from Ghosts (Homage to Burial).

[existential-celestial]

“I burn, consumed; and resurrect, half-slain.”

— Vita Sackville-West, from “Solitude,” published c. January 1938

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“If pain can purify the heart, mine will be pure.”

— Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c. October 1812

[derangedrhythms]

– instead I haunt and torment this man. Just as he haunts and torments me.

Anne Hébert, Kamouraska, tr. Norman Shapiro

[derangedrhythms]

I know it's absurd and I know it's dreadful, but I'm in love and I'm absolutely relentless.

Iris Murdoch, A Severed Head

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 26 April 1931, from The Early Diary of Anais Nin: 1927-1931

[abandonedandurbex]

Dunnottar Castle. Aberdeen Scotland. [4032 X 3024]

[derangedrhythms]

Ted Hughes, Recklings; from ‘Fallen Eve’

[threeletterscmb]

Ain’t no way I would have gotten this far if it wasn’t for God

[pigmenting]

“All I wanted was to be a splinter under your skin, to be wrapped in your body and wait for you to heal over me.”

— CJ Evans, from “Penitent” published in Verse Daily

[halogenic]

Alexander McQueen Spring 1999

[fadedlovemp3]

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